Parenting leads to many contradictions. One being the issue of kids in the bed.
I love waking up in the morning to the realisation "I don't have any kids in the bed", "space wondrous space", but how I long for their cuddles as I fall asleep at night. Feeling their little bodies tucked into mine. Their backs pressed against my tummy or at times back to back. Hearing their breath, feeling their heart beat. Or a tiny arm snakes it's way around your neck or tummy and squeezes just that little bit. Their warmth, their love - moments you wish you could freeze in time because like many things these types of cuddles are numbered.
At least Leo promised to need me till he gets to grade 10. So I have a few years left.
Sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite.
